Lucius leaves his new mean teenager friend at the table and promptly hops the bar to rustle around through the bottles. His back absolutely disapproves of all the nimble barhopping, but it can quit bitching because liquor is the absolute priority here. He doesn't know what half of these are so he grabs two big bottles, heavy ones, and makes his way back to the table.

Did he grab a handle of vodka and a huge bottle of off brand Midori? Yes. Does he twist off the cap on said melon liquer, take a swig, sputter, and then decide to just finish it or pass out trying? Also yes.

His next drink is a bit deeper than he ought to take in front of a teenager...or a bartender, for that matter, but once he's a good few chugs in he feels like he can face this absolute bat shit shift in reality.

"Okay--" said hoarsely, he gestures very vaguely with big motions with his free, non Midori holding hand. "Yes that's his face, it just gets...extra mooney around Blackbeard."